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5. Aspirated. Hùsh! hàrk! did stealing stéps go by?
Came not faint whispers near?

Pure tone. No!-The wild wìnd hath many a sigh
Amid the foliage sere.

6. Full tone.

Gentle.

Her giant förm

O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm,
Majestically calm, would gō,

Mid the deep darkness, white as snow!
But gentler now the small waves glide,
Like playful làmbs o'er a mòuntain's side.
Full tone. So stately her bearing, so proud her array,
The main she will traverse for ever and àye.

Many pòrts will exùlt at the gleam of her màst. Aspirated. Hùsh! hùsh! thou vain dreamer! this hour is her last!

7. Aspirated.

Pure tone.

Aspirated.

Fure tone.

8. Aspirated.

Pure tone.

Soft.

Loud.

Slow and

soft.

Slightly

aspirated.

Hark! distant vòices, that lightly
Ripple the silence deep!

Nò; the swàns that, circling nightly,
Through the silver waters sweep.

See I not, there, a white shimmer?
Something with pale silken shrine?
No; it is the column's glimmer,
'Gainst the gloomy hedge of pìne.

Hark! below the gates unbàrring!
Tramp of men and quick commands!
"Tis my lord come back from hùnting,"
And the Duchess claps her hands.

Slow and tired came the hunters;
Stopped in darkness in the court.
"Hò, this way, ye laggard hunters!
To the hall! What sport, what spòrt.

Slow they entered with their master;
In the hall they laid him down.
On his coat were leaves and blood-stains,
On his brow an angry frown.

9. Pure tone. O Freedom, thou art nòt, as poets dréam,

Orotund.

10. Loud.

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A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
And wavy tresses, gushing from the cap
With which the Roman master crowned his slave
When he took off the gýves.

A bearded màn,

Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand

Grasps the broad shield, and one the swòrd; thy

brow,

Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred

With tokens of old wàrs; thy massive limbs
Are strong with struggling.

Once more unto the brèach, dear friends, once mòre,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Moderate. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;

Loud. But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sìnews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored ràge.

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Whose blood is fetched from fathers of wàr-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

Have, in these parts, from morn till èven fought,
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afòot;
Follow your spirits, and, upon this charge,
Very Loud. CRY,-HEAVEN FOR HARRY! ENGLAND! AND ST.
GEORGE!

Tone of The one with yawning made reply: Indifference. "What have we séen?-Not much have I! Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams, Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams."

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tone.

The other, smiling, said the sàme;

But with face transfigured and eye of flàme: "Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams! Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams!"

12. Gradually How soft the music of those village bèlls, softer. Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet! now dying all away, Gradually Now pealing loud again, and louder still, louder. Clear and sonorous, as the gàle comes on.

13. Gradually louder. Gradually softer.

Loud.

11. Soft Orotund.

Ever, as on they bore, more loud,.
And louder rang the pibroch proud.
At first the sound, by distance tame,
Mèllowed, along the waters came;
And lingering long by cape and bay,
Wailed every harsher note awày;
When bursting bolder on the ear,

The clans' shrill gathering they could hear,
Those thrilling sounds that call the might
Of old Clan-Alpine to the fight.

Father of earth and heaven! I call thy nàme!
Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;
My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame;
Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul,
Or lífe, or deàth, whatèver be the goal
That crowns or closes round this struggling hour,
Thou knowest, if ever from my spirít stole

ne deeper prayer, 'twas that no cloud might
lower

On my young fàme!-O hèar! God of eternal

power!

Oro- Now for the fight-now for the cànnon peal—
d. Forward-through blood and toil and cloud
and fire!

Glorious the shout, the shòck, the crash of stèel,
The vòlley's roll, the ròcket's blasting spire;
They shake-like broken wàves their squares
retire,-

On them, hussars!-Now give them rein and hèel;
Think of the orphaned child, the murdered
sire:-

Earth cries for blood,-in thùnder on them wheel!
This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-

seal!

IX.

IMITATIVE MODULATION.

OTHING is more natural than to imitate, by the sound

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of the voice, the quality of the sound or noise which any xternal object makes, and to form its name accordingly. A tain bird is termed the cuckoo, from the sound which it emits. en one sort of wind is said to whistle, and another to roar; a serpent is said to hiss, a fly to buzz, and falling timber to when a stream is said to flow, and hail to rattle,—the analtween the word and the thing signified is plainly discern

But imitation is not confined to single words. The works 10. oetical and imaginative writers abound in passages which their melody suggest their meaning. These passages must, om their very nature, receive the interpretation of the voice to convey their full force. The following examples are selected, upon which the pupil may practice in making the sound an echo of the sense.

1. THE POWER OF WORDS.

Words are instruments of mùsic; an ignorant man uses them for jargon; but when a master touches them they have unexpected life and sòul. Some words sound out like drùms; some breathe memories sweet as flùtes; some call like a clarionèt; some shout a charge like trùmpets; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mòther's answering back.

2. A DRUM.

The double, double, double beat

Of the thundering drum

Cries, Hark! the fòes come:

Charge, charge! 't is too late to retreat.

3. WAR AND PEACE.

The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar,
All now was turned to jollity and game.

4. A GIANT.

With sturdy steps came stalking on his sight
A hideous giant, horrible and hìgh.

5. RUSHING OF THE TIDE.

When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock ròars; tumultuous boil the waves.

6. HUM OF INSECTS.

The shard-borne bèetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal.

7. HARSH SOUNDS.

On a sudden open fly

The infernal gàtes, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder.

8. HARMONIOUS SOUNDS.

Hèaven opened wide

Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound,

On golden hinges turning.

9. MOVEMENTS OF MONSTERS.

Part huge of bulk,

Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,
Tempest the òcean.

10. SURGES:

As raging seas are wont to roar,

When wintry storm his wrathful wreck does threat, The rolling billows beat the ragged shòre.

11. FELLING TREES.

Loud sounds the àx, redoubling strokes on stròkes; On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets hewn, Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.

12. SOUNDS HEARD IN THE COUNTRY.

Down the rough slope the ponderous wàgon rings;
Through rustling corn the hàre astonished springs;
Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hòur;
The partridge bursts away on whirring wings.

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